About a week ago I decided, "what the hell?" and tore into Archer's birthday present. I didn't do it for Archer, however. Pulease. It wasn't like he cared or anything. I cracked open the boxes for me.

Honestly, the puppets just looked so lonely in their three little boxes in a row. I wanted to unite the composers with the painters with the writers.  I figured maybe they could inspire each other.

I had no idea it would turn into this:

It started with Virginia French-braiding Frida's eyebrows and then? The two of them had a few drinks and a few laughs and pretty soon, the sparks flew and jooooooom, make-out sesh:

 
I did kind of feel bad for Beethoven. He had no desire to meet any of the other artists and whined the whole time about wanting to get back in the box. Such a little bitch he is. Who knew?

But it's all good. As long as Archer's happy. And he is:

Or at least he was for five minutes.
 
As for me? Hours of fun. Hours...

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*Praying Mantis sold separately